Things which are gone in the morning:
Confidence, women, true stories, kisses
Things which I was not expecting:
Maps which appear on the skin
Maps which appear on my skin.

Glories as yet unpredicted:
Gone for the list falls away from me now
(my dress, my sail)
Stranger things surely have happened
To women I will not become
(this story will surely destroy me)

The city's heart sings a song for November
As she walks down to the shore
(a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat)
Wrapped in blue, hideous heartbreak surrounds her
Will she come home after all?

Stranger things surely have happened:
Turning my rings around, drifting on breezes
Home's close as dreaming
But I can't remember how
I can't remember

The city's heart sings a song for November
As she walks down to the shore
(a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat)
Prophecies, honeybees swirling around her
Treading her careful way home.

Choices are made and casualties counted
(air can make me meaningless)
Falling like pages
When a book hits the wall
(shut my lips upon the list)
Turning my rings around, drifting on breezes
Waking or sleeping, which way do I go?
(before the morning ruins this)

An old-fashioned underground lurking nearby
(patiently waiting)
In a dream not a dream
Are we open?
(you have been quartered)
Turn the world upside down
(I am no good)
Turning my rings around
(at expanding, contracting)
Nobody knows the way home
I know the way home!

Ooh,
My dress, my sail
Ooh, wonderful kisses
And maps which appear on the skin
Maps which appear on my skin
Oh,
The city's heart sings a song for November
As she walks down to the shore
(a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat)
Prophecies, honey bees swirling around her
Nobody knows the way home
I know the way home!

Ah,
(Confidence, women, true stories, kisses)
Glories as yet unpredicted
In maps which appear on the skin
Maps which appear on my skin...hm